The seasons run with swift feet.

Of two evils, I always choose the lesser.

Nature always levies her tribute.

a trouble shared is a trouble half endured.

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to leave him with a higher ideal of life than he had when he began. If in one small degree it shows him where he can be...gentler, saner, cleaner, kindlier...it is a wonder-working book. If it opens his eyes to one beauty in nature he never saw for himself and leads him one step toward the God of the Universe, it is a beneficial book.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.